I have moments where I stop. I just stop. I stop because something or someone has grabbed my attention, and because I realize the moment is special, I don't move, but dedicate all my attention to capture.
I've done this with red finches, and other lovely birds which fall in my sight, and should I move or rustle, the lovely bird would go away.
That morning, Christmas morning, I was supposed to be getting ready, digging for things to wear in a drawer, when I merely stopped, and sat still.
I heard someone singing. Yes. Who? God. I heard God sing love songs to me on Christmas morning.
He sang two verses, no chorus. I stayed transfixed to receive him. I could not picture him, but I could hear him and his words of love toward me. I started my Christmas morning with affirmations of God's pleasure and love for me. He wrapped up his Christmas greetings in a personal song. God does sing songs over us. This was not Jesus. This was my Father. Jehovah.
Am I alone or did any of you stop and hear God the Father sing on Christmas morning?
God sings over those he loves. I remark this so next year, on Christmas morning, if you hear something, stop and enjoy the moment. As I prepared the rest of my day, I did so, with a warm wrapping of God's love tight around me.
I attended Christmas services. I felt the Holy Spirit rise in me as water waves coming on a shore. He floated in the melodies of the celebration and he shone upon the gathered group.